I froze at his words.

His gun was still raised, if I didn't listen to him then he'd kill Ingrid.

I didn't know why I was risking my life for a complete stranger who only exchanged a few hushed words with me.

Maybe it was because I thought I stood a better chance. I was bought for some unknown reason, this man payed a large sum of money for me, it would be idiotic to shoot me after he payed.

Ingrid on the other hand wasn't purchased, and I found myself thinking that she had it worse than I did. He could kill her and lose nothing.

Now I stood, staring down the barrel of a gun.

Fuck it.

I took a few steps across the room, men watched as the scene unfolded.

Every step I took I felt my fear fading away. I felt brave.

My eyes grazed the floor as I walked, I couldn't look into the eyes of the man that stood some feet away from me.

I would lose every ounce of bravery I had if I did.
My heels clicked across the cement, that soft noise ricochet off the walls of the dark room.

I stopped walking when his shoes came into view, my eyes were still plastered to the cement of the floor.

"Look at me." His voice was deep, brutal.

I blinked and my body shook. I trailed the scene as my head raised and suddenly I saw his face.

Fear. I tasted it on my tongue, a strong metallic taste that burned through my throat.

His iced eyes stared me down, like I was his prey.

Anyone could see just by looking at him, that he was a killer.

A gorgeous, sexy, killer.

His dark hair neat and slicked, his iced eyes lined with the dark edge that seemed to pierce his soul.

He was a beautiful murderer.

His gun had lowered, and was now placed by his side, his fingers still touched the trigger as if he was ready to shoot me at any given moment.

I would do anything to not be killed right now.

He sat back in his 'throne' . His eyes shone like death, as he motioned for me to sit. On his lap.

"Show me what you got, shlyukha." (Slut). He growled.

I gritted my teeth, and felt my arms tremble.

I glanced to his side, Afanas watched, his dark eyes serious as he stared me down.

His fingers tapped impatiently on the trigger.

I swallowed down the metallic fear as I stepped closer.

No more fear, Calla. Suck it up.

I placed my hand to the side of his face and raised my leg over his thighs.

I shook as I lowered myself down onto his lap. His body was hot and it consumed me.

I straddled him, like a fucking whore. My arms wrapped around his neck slowly as I settled down on him.

My pelvis pushed into his crotch, I felt him shift slightly under me. His cock pressed into me and I trembled.

Our faces were close, I noticed a small, faded scar etching his left brow. Other than that, his face was unrealistically perfect.

And dangerous.

His eyes were trained on me, and they gave nothing away. He was emotionless.

His arm moved and suddenly he was pointing his gun at Ingrid.

My reflex kicked in and I found myself holding his bicep, my nails scratched him and I shook, pleading with him.

Nonono this little fuck face can't shoot her.

His head cocked to the side as he studied me.

I shook my head tightly, my eyes watering and begging him not to shoot her.

He couldn't shoot her.

Not the only person that has talked to me. Not the one name that I knew. Not the poor girl who was taken just like many of us.

Not the-

BANG

The fire erupted through the walls of the room like thunder.

Tears welded in my eyes as I saw a body fall to the floor.

"kto-to ochistit' eto. i poluchit' eti blyadi otsyuda tuda, gde oni prinadlezhat." (Somebody clean this shit up, and get these whores out of here to where they belong.)

His eyes never left mine. They were evil.

The word was back in motion, I sensed behind me movement, but I never broke his gaze.

He killed her.

He just killed that poor girl. He shot Ingrid.

It's all my fault. Maybe she wouldn't have gotten sick, maybe if I just let her do what the Devil told her to do she would be alive.

But no, I had to fuck it up, and get a poor innocent girl murdered.

My arms remained around his neck. I didn't know what to do, so many things were running through my mind, and I felt like I was going to blow.

I watched his eyes search mine for a reaction.

That's what this heartless man wanted. He wanted a reaction out of me.

I was just a  rat in a cage, and he was testing me.

Suck a dick you Satanic prick, you're not getting anything out of me.

I pushed the hysterics and tears down until I swallowed them.

I let my eyes go blank and I pushed it all away.

The door behind me slammed and suddenly we were alone.

I ripped my hands away from him like he had burned me, I went to get off his lap when his hand gripped my thighs.

Fuck dick shit bitch mother fucking Jesus Mary FUCKKKKK.

A whole new fear erupted inside of me as he looked at me, the rings on his fingers dug into my skin.

"You killed her." My voice rang out through the room. It sounded alien to me. Scratchy, and soft....brave.

An amused smile broke out onto his face at my words and without thinking I went to slap him.

Yeah...no.

His hand grabbed my wrist centimeters from his face, and his smile was gone.

"Yes I did, and I'd do it again." His accent was thick and heavy with each word.

"You're a monster."

His lips turned into another cruel smile as he pulled me into him, his hand twisted my wrist behind my back, and I had never felt more powerless.

He pressed his lips to my ear as I struggled against him.

"You haven't seen anything yet." He promised, and suddenly I was on the floor, curled up in my own fears, his uncomfortable warmth gone, and I was left to cry.